Presence Poem by mary tabor

Presence
To see high peaked mountains and rolling hills,
fields of daisies and yellow daffodils..
to watch the beauitul autumn leaves turn bright red and gold;
to slowly feel the air turn crisp and cold.to feel the cool rain
and the ocean breeze the gentle snowball glistening off the trees..
to hear the beauitful bird's song bidding me goodbye as the sunset
reflects red off the sky..to know that the full moon will light my way
until the sunrise brings in the new day God has made for us to see
to hear a laugh from a child i hold dear is to perceive that God's
presence is near. to all of us..

by mary ann tabor 10/4/10